The scorching heat subsided, and when I woke up in the morning, there was clear dew on the steps. In early autumn, it is like a breeze blowing through the trees, rivers and ponds in the Grand View Garden. In the exquisite garden, the autumn scenery is magnificent.

In Yihong Courtyard, autumn is strong. The courtyard is dotted with rocks, plantains, and begonias. Two cranes are tickling.

The room is carved on all sides of the exquisite wooden plank, all kinds of fancy, all of which are carved by famous hands. Inside, on the bed, Baoyu lay on the bed and cried, crying and grabbing the ground, shouting: "Sister Lin..."

Baoyu's maids: Jin Chu'er, Meiren, Qianxue, Musk Yue, Qiuwen, Liu Wu'er, etc., surrounded the stepping bed, and they didn't know how to persuade them.

No one dared to tell the lord and wife.

Jin Chu'er looked at the young man on the brocade quilt, helpless in her heart, and strangely floated some contempt. If it were her, she would definitely make a big fuss, so that Miss Lin would know about it, so that she could live up to her wishes. And the second master of Bao didn't dare to mess with the third master at all.

The big face treasure, just like in the original book, is very powerless when facing problems!

Baoyu was crying hoarsely in bed. However, the decree could not be disobeyed, and his feelings could only be buried. In my heart, I gradually have the meaning of a Buddha.

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At the end of July, ten miles south of the city. Who is drunk with frost in Xiaolai?

Inside and outside the pavilion, there were full of horse-drawn carriages to see them off. Among them were eight luxury carriages. The status is similar to that of later sports cars such as Ferrari, Lamborghini, Maserati, etc.

About 100 people gathered here in Beijing, including magnates, scribes, and famous prostitutes, to see off everyone in Yuhua, the peerless famous singer of the dynasty.

Shi Yuhua wore a goose yellow dress and said goodbye to everyone in the ancient pavilion. Slim. Pretty girl. However, she has a lazy smile on the corner of her mouth and a pair of charming eyes, like a beauty coming from a dream. The charm is unmatched.

She has been studying music theory for several months. At this time, she was ready to leave Beijing and travel to the Western Regions to pursue her singing path.

"Yuhua, it's a long way to the Western Regions, and it's blocked by Guanshan. I wish you a smooth journey. I waited in the capital to wait for the return of Yuhua's art. ”

Presiding over the send-off was Hu Mengyang, a famous man in Beijing. However, as the king of Chu, he has lost his official position as the director of the country.

Shi Yuhua smiled, his eyebrows were like day, and said, "Mr. Xie Kongtong's auspicious words." Yuhua province. "Raise your glass and drink, and step out of the pavilion.

The children of the magnates, scribes, and famous prostitutes who saw off inside and outside the pavilion sent blessings one after another: "Everyone in Yuhua has a safe journey, and everything goes well!" ”

Shi Yu's gorgeous eyes swept over everyone, and he nodded in response very decently. As the hottest celebrity in Beijing, she is very handy in dealing with such a lively scene. Later, walking to a gorgeous brown carriage gathered outside the crowd, Ying Ying bowed down and said crisply: "Master, Senior Su, Third Master, Yuhua is goodbye!" After saying a word, he burst into tears.

When she was in Jiafu yesterday, she had already said goodbye to her master. No, they came to see each other off again today. This is affectionate... She felt it. Her heart is also full of parting and sad emotions! But she wants to push her limits!

She loves singing so much! And Master's relationship and life are happy after marriage, what does she have to worry about?

Only then did everyone suddenly realize that Jia Huan was here. Then, Jia Huan is actually more qualified to host this send-off! Celebrities and prostitutes, the city is happy. Mr. Kongtong is inferior to Jia Tanhua in terms of poetry and prestige after all.

The curtain of the car was lifted, revealing Lin Qianwei's extremely beautiful face. She was also very reluctant, and said according to the advice: "Yuhua, when you go out, take care of yourself, and be careful." If you have any difficulties, write to Beijing. ”

This proud disciple, she has been teaching in Jinling for 4 years, and she has put all her efforts into it. In the capital, she and Su Shishi taught her singing and dancing together. Today is finally the time of separation. I don't know if we can meet again?

Always away from tears!

"Hmm." Shi Yuhua tearfully agreed, walked to the cyan curtain carriage waiting by the official road, looked back and boarded the car, and walked along the official road. After a while, the singing voice floated in: outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass was green. Ask you when you are going, and don't linger when you come...

Everyone present was moved. watched the carriage on the official road go away. In this heavenly voice, I feel the emotion of parting. Affectionate parting since ancient times, it is even more cold to the Qingqiu Festival.

In the spacious and luxurious carriage, Jia Huan soothed the emotions of Lin Qianwei and Su Shishi, the two beauties who were leaning on his shoulders, sighed softly, and said, "Weiwei, Shishi, don't worry!" Yuhua is amazing! ”

According to the imperial court's recital, Pravda newspapers, the situation in the Western Regions has not been calm recently. In the escort team of Jia Mansion, he sent four people to escort Shi Yuhua. At the same time, Shi Yuhua also had a handwritten letter from Jia Zheng to the chief military officer of the Western Regions, Niu Jizong, the governor of Zuodu.

The south of the city is sad and farewell, and the west wind is curling in autumn. As soon as you see the intestines broken, you can go and don't look back!

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The carriage drawn by four horses moved at a constant speed on the official road. Horses' hooves trampled against the loess floor.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves rumbling came from the carriage. After a while, he heard a hearty laugh, "Brother Jia is in the car?" ”

Jia Huan asked Hu Xiaosi to stop the carriage and get out of the carriage to meet Feng Ziying. Feng Ziying is surrounded by Chen Yejun and Han Qi.

Feng Ziying said with a smile: "I didn't expect Brother Jia to come to see everyone off Yuhua today." Would you like to find a place to have a few drinks? He bowed his hand to the carriage and said, "I will borrow Brother Jia from the two younger siblings." ”

In the carriage are two famous beauties in the world: Su Shishi and Lin Qianwei. Just now, everyone has already named them.

Jia Huan agreed with a smile, and ordered Hu Xiaosi to send Lin Qianwei and Su Shishi back home first. changed horses, and walked forward with Feng Ziying and a few others. Go to a liquor shop in the south of the city to drink. The liquor store is located in an alley outside the southern city.

Three two-storey wine shops are tied to famous horses on the willow trees outside the doors. In the wine shop, the call for friends is endless. Apparently business is excellent.

Feng Ziying was very familiar with this place, and instructed Xiao Er, who came up, "Take care of your horses." Throwing a tael of silver to Xiao Er, he led everyone inside, and introduced Jia Huan: "The chef of this Xiangwei Building has a good hand of game. Pheasants, rabbits, and robes are all specialty dishes. Spicy and enjoyable! ”

Jia Huan smiled and nodded, "Then you have to taste it." "He's also a good foodie. It's just that I don't have much time to look for it in Beijing. They all hire celebrity chefs at home to renovate the wine and food.

The four of them asked for a private seat by the window on the second floor, renovated the wine and food, and chatted while eating. With Shi Yuhua as the topic, commenting on the beauty of Beijing.

Chen Yejun suddenly let out a long sigh and said, "It's a pity for Wei Ruolan..." Originally, such a gathering of friends would definitely call him. However, he was already buried outside the city.

Jia Huan took a sip of wine. I also feel emotional.

He and his wife Sister Bao didn't talk deeply about this matter. In fact, according to the record of the original book of the Red Mansion, Wei Ruolan should have died in the shooting garden. Fat Yan Zhai commented on the twenty-sixth chapter of the original book: I regret that Wei Ruolan shoots the text of the garden and is lost without a manuscript, and sighs.

Also, Gengchen commented at the end of this review: The unicorn that Ruolan admired in the shooting garden dozens of times is also this unicorn. The outline lies in this round, and the so-called grass snake gray line is thousands of miles away. Jia Baoyu once took a golden unicorn from Daoist Zhang of Qingxuguan, which was a pair with Xiangyun. Xiangyun once picked it up. It alludes to the marriage of Shi Xiangyun and Wei Ruolan.

Due to the rebellion of the former prince, the emperor of Yongzhi was not interested in hunting. The Mulan paddock was not opened again. And Xiangyun's verdict shows that Wei Ruolan is a short-lived ghost. It's just that I didn't expect Wei Ruolan to die in such a political incident. Yi three tribes.

It's a tragedy.

The established script of the original book of the Red Chamber has been changed beyond recognition! I think so, otherwise, according to the trajectory of fate, Jiafu has been defeated at this time, and is facing the fate of destroying the family: the vast white land is really clean.

Everything has changed!

For the tragedy of Sister Yun's life, the only thing that can be fortunate is that she has not married the Wei family. Otherwise, it should be in the Workshop Division at this moment. Feudal etiquette is very strict. But there is still a difference between marrying and not marrying. She still has the possibility of finding happiness in her life. Everyone will help Sister Yun.

It's just that he left the capital soon after, took his wife and concubine, and returned south to Jinling. I don't know if I can help?

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"Slow down, slow down..."

At the beginning of leap July, in the evening, there were few pedestrians at the door of Fusi in Jinyi Weibei Town. The fierce name of the Jinyi Guard of the National Dynasty can stop children from crying at night. Who dares to hang in the alley where the Jinyi Guard Yamen is located? You have to take a detour to walk.

At this time, there are several people waiting here.

Zhu Hongfei, who was beaten by Jinyiwei, was carried out. Several servants hurriedly lifted Zhu Dayushi onto a sliding rod.

Jia Huan said in a low voice: "Let's go." ”

He received a notice from Zhang Chen, the secretary of Jinyiwei, to take Zhu Hongfei away. Pang Ze, Liu Guoshan followed Jia Huan, took the servants of Jiafu, and quickly left the alley where the Jinyi Wei Yamen was located, and sent Zhu Hongfei to his residence outside Xicheng.

This is a three-hall courtyard. There were two families who served as servants. There are also three-room beautiful concubines in the back. This is not at all like a seven-rank imperial history, where it should live. Carrying Zhu Hongfei to the side room, it was busy with tea and water.

Zhu Hongfei slowly woke up at this time, lay on the bed, and said with difficulty: "Ziyu, you shouldn't come!" He gritted his teeth in the edict and didn't involve Jia Huan. He was a reader.

Jia Huan's expression was emotional, if it weren't for Zhu Hongfei resisting the torture of Jinyiwei, he would be one of the people on the list who fell to the ground at this time, gently patted Zhu Hongfei's shoulder, and said with relief: "Yanyang, it's all over." It's okay. ”

Zhu Hongfei was stunned when he heard this, first snorted painfully, and said, "Ziyu, don't comfort me." Am I dying? Jin Yiwei's grandsons, before they die, they have to work hard and feel uncomfortable. Ziyu, I have something to ask you. ”

The commander of the Jinyi Guard, Xing You, told him personally that this was a case hand-picked by the Son of Heaven, and he could run away? Moreover, when he left Jinyiwei, he was beaten with forty boards. It's going to kill people.

Jia Huan was about to explain the situation at the moment. He rescued Zhu Hongfei not to listen to his last words.

Pang Ze suddenly interjected and said, "You say." ”

Liu Guoshan shook his head amusedly. Ziyu was given marriage by the Son of Heaven, which proved the attitude of the Son of Heaven towards him. Ziyu got out of the predicament, which made everyone in the Wendao Academy system feel at ease. Everyone has been in a good mood lately.

The college system is rising day by day. One day, he will rule the world!

Zhu Hongfei said very hard, and said intermittently: "My three-room beautiful concubines, I don't allow them to remarry or leave." I don't wear a hat. ”

Pang Ze couldn't help laughing.

Jia Huan smiled and waved his hand, "Shiyuan, it's okay." Yanyang, you are in Jinyiwei's prison, and the news is blocked. I'm fine. Of the forty boards that Jinyiwei gave you, 20 were imaginary. You will be able to recover after three months. It's just that it is difficult to recover from the official position. ”

Revolution is not a dinner party, it is a bloodshed and sacrifice. Zhu Hongfei suffered because of him, how could he not care? After the king of Jin wrote to intercede, the will from the West Garden was: the rod is forty and the flow is three thousand miles. He could only buy Jin Yiwei to reduce his sentence by half. There is nothing to be done about the affairs of the official position. Zhu Hongfei will be relegated to a remote area.

Zhu Hongfei only understood at this time, and glared at Pang Ze, "Damn!" "I can't laugh or cry.

Made, finally don't have to die. It's just that this face is a bit embarrassing!

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In the middle of the seventh month of the leap month, the curtain of the court finally settled with Jia Huan's marriage. At present, the focus of the court is Bai Zhang's resignation, and the vacant position of the secretary of the criminal department. Hua Mo and Ji are competing in secret.

In terms of state affairs, the situation in the Western Regions was turbulent, and there were small rebellions, although they were quickly suppressed. But it still touched the hearts of the courtiers.

In the imperial study of the West Garden, the Emperor of Yongzhi threw the music on the desk with a little irritation. The eunuchs and palace maids waiting inside and outside the study were silent.

If there is chaos in the Western Regions, it will deplete the national strength of the Great Zhou. No more than the southwest, the southwest has been gradually digested under the governance of Annam Boqichi. The governance of prefectures and counties and the education of rituals and religions have achieved initial results. The levy of taxes amounted to 500,000 silver dollars. And the Western Regions still needs to maintain nearly 100,000 troops. It takes a lot of silver.

The Son of Yongzhi was thinking about it, and at this time, Xu Yan came in and reported: "Your Majesty, the King of Jin is here." "Actually, King Jin has been waiting outside the study for a while. The Son of Yongzhi called the King of Jin and summoned him again. He helped spread the word, firstly because the King of Jin made a generous move, and secondly, because the King of Jin was the obvious candidate for the East Palace, and he had a good fate.

Yongzhi Tianzi leaned on the fur-covered dragon chair, rubbed his forehead, and said tiredly: "Call him in." ”

A moment later, King Jin, who was 28 years old at the time, walked in, and his instrument was magnificent. He was somewhat in high spirits. He will be the crown prince! Happiness came too suddenly.

King Jin took two steps and stepped forward to kowtow, "The son of the emperor sees his father." Long live my emperor, long live, long live. ”

Yongzhi Tianzi waved his hand, "Get up!" His eyes looked at King Jin and said, "Do you know why I called you?" You will also be the one who will be the Son of Heaven in the future, and you can't even see the means of your subordinates clearly? ”

"You will also be a person who will be the Son of Heaven in the future" Hearing these words in the ears of King Jin, it was like eating ginseng fruit, and the 365 pores of the body were brushed out, and it was not comfortable. At the same time, he was a little confused by the question of Yongzhi Tianzi. I don't know what the Son of Heaven said.

The Son of Yongzhi snorted dissatisfiedly, "Zhu Hongfei said in the book that he would make you the crown prince." You're going to save him? Confused! Do you know how sincere he is? How can I trust you with peace of mind? ”

The king of Jin was submissive and did not dare to defend himself. He listened to Zhou Shenxing's persuasion: His Royal Highness is now the heart of the East Palace. However, there is not enough popularity. Zhu Hongfei took the lead in shouting for His Royal Highness and suggested that he should be established. Why didn't Your Highness save it? In this way, the voice of the East Palace in the middle of the DPRK will inevitably sound suddenly. All hearts belong to Your Highness.

This kind of power technique, of course, Zhou Shenxing listened to what Jia Huan said. Jia Huan sent Liu Guoshan to lobby Zhou Shenxing.

"I have released him, and he will flow for three thousand miles."

The Son of Yongzhi glanced at King Jin lightly, his methods were naturally superb, and then asked, "What do you think of Jia Huan's son?" ”

King Jin thought for a moment and said, "His people are loyal. But feminine and treacherous, scheming and deep. Of course, he didn't say what he thought of Jia Huan, but he said it with the thoughts of the Son of Yongzhi.

The Son of Yongzhi nodded with satisfaction and said, "It's not bad." I don't need him, and you won't need him in the future. You can't control it. ”

"Sons obey orders!"

"There you go."

King Jin walked out of the imperial study in the West Garden, walked through the imperial garden with pleasant autumn colors, and only then did he come back to his senses slightly.

Recently, because of the news of his rescue of Zhu Hongfei, there are indeed many voices in the DPRK and China who have suggested that he be appointed as the East Palace. He was summoned by the Son of Heaven today, thinking that he was going to talk about the affairs of the East Palace. didn't want to, but was fooled by his father's words.

King Jin sighed in his heart. His father took imperial power very seriously! Afraid that he would be the crown prince and threaten the imperial power. A vigorous prince, a dying son of heaven, how will people's hearts choose?

He couldn't help but feel some resentment in his heart! This old thing!

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At the end of leap July, it was not a few days before the marriage of Jia Huan and Daiyu. There was an endless stream of people giving gifts in Jiafu.

Jia Huan has also been a little busy recently.

An autumn rain fell, and the weather gradually became colder. As the so-called: the autumn raindrops in the night mountain are empty, and the lights shine on the leaves in front of the hall.

In the study, a row of candles illuminates the room, which is as bright as day. Raindrops outside the window. Jia Huan is taking the school Yanwang Ningxi. Laying out the role for years to come. After he and Daiyu got married, they prepared to return south to Jinling.

After Ning Xi got married, he grew a beard, a little more mature, and still weak. It expounds and answers Jia Huan's question: how to alleviate and even solve the increasingly intensified social contradictions and the problem of uneven distribution of social wealth.

Jia Huan stood with his hands in his hands and said, "Ziwen, development is the last word!" In order to resolve the social contradictions of the current state and dynasty, only by developing the productive forces and creating more social wealth can we readjust the pattern of interests.

This is the gentle approach. And the more drastic approach is to change the dynasty. For example, the Ming Dynasty back then.

Regular activity keeps things in good shape. Any dynasty, as long as it clings to its defects and does not reform, will eventually be swept into the garbage heap of history, and it will not be able to escape the law of the rise and fall of dynasties. ”

Ning Xi nodded vigorously. I feel indescribable in my heart: Mr. has the talent to govern the country and the ability to pass through the heavens and the earth. If he is in power, he will be prosperous. But Mr. asked for an official but couldn't. When today's son is suspicious and refuses to use it. "He didn't think of going anywhere else. I thought that Mr. was disappointed in his career, and taught him all the skills of the world. But he is only a middle-aged person, how can he learn one-twelfth of Mr.'s ability?

Ning Xi raised his head slightly, looked at Mr. Tall, calm face, and was in a turbulent mood, blurted out: "Sir, if I am the Son of Heaven, I will worship Mr. as the prime minister, govern all the people, and Ze will be Li Shu!" ”

Jia Huan was slightly stunned. Immediately, he smiled slightly. The rain is murmuring outside the window, and the autumn is beautiful.

Parting, it's not far away!

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In the seventeenth year of Yongzhi, the second day of August. Jia Huan married Daiyu. In the North Garden, the lights are colorful.

The grand scene of this wedding was noticed by Beijing, and the level of congratulatory guests was high, and so on. Why go into details?

In the middle of August, the moon shines like water. Guilu was born in the autumn dew, and Qingluo was thin and did not change his clothes. Elegant room with bright light. Books can be seen everywhere you look. Sister Lin has moved from Xiaoxiang Pavilion to the North Garden.

The main house in the North Park is the residence of Jia Huan and Baochai. The west wing room lives Su Shishi. The east wing is Jia Huan's study. The same courtyard next door to Su Shishi is Lin Qianwei's courtyard. Jia Huan's landlord, across a flower hall, is the west wing of Daiyu Courtyard. Yun'er's courtyard is on the east side of Daiyu's courtyard, making it easy for her to enter and exit.

Under the bright candlelight, Daiyu pulled up a green silk hair and coiled the young woman's hair in a bun. Wearing a Luo shirt and skirt, a delicate melon seed face, and beautiful autumn eyes. Rendering her Lingxiu bred in the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, charming temperament, beautiful flowers and moonlight.

"Brother Huan, this is written..."Daiyu was in front of the desk, tilting her head slightly, looking at her husband beside her, "It's too depressed and sad." ”

What she is holding in her hand is some manuscripts of the peach blossom fan that Jia Huan has been idle for the past few months: Mourning Jiangnan.

Qu said: The mountain pine and wild grass are picked with flowers, and the moling is heavy when it raises its head. …

Ask Qin Huai about the old window, the paper is broken and the wind is blowing, the bad threshold is the tide, and the eyes are broken and the soul is gone. Back then, where was the flute? …

I once saw the warbler crying in the Jinling Jade Palace, and the flowers of the Qinhuai Water Pavilion bloomed early, who knew that it would be easy to freeze! Seeing him raise the Zhu Tower, seeing him feast guests, seeing his building collapse! …

Jia Huan stood, gently stroked Daiyu's hair, and said with a smile: "The peach blossom fan is a tragedy!" ”

He chanted again: "It actually refers to the Qinhuai battlefield, and the beauty fan writes the rise and fall." The two dynasties should raise the prince of Hou and endure to say Li Xiang to the peach blossoms. A sandalwood board is a sad song, and the pen and ink work has a lot of experience. A few peach blossom children's tears, sprinkled red all over the old mountains and rivers. ”

"Good poetry!" Daiyu recited it silently, wrote it down, picked up a pen and wrote it on the paper, smiled slyly, and said smartly: "Brother Huan, if I write sad words, you will definitely count me down." Gods may do what cattle may not? ”

Jia Huan couldn't help it. With Sister Lin by her side, how could this time pass unhappily? This made him look forward to life in Jinling even more.

While talking, Zijuan and the two of them came in with thick coats and hot tea. Zijuan said: "Third master, girl, it's already a moment. ”

Jia Huan nodded. At this moment, outside the window, the moon rises in the sky.

The twilight clouds are overflowing and cold, and the silver man silently turns the jade plate. This night is not long in this life, and the bright moon will take jade to see next year.

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On the morning of August 14, the 17th year of Yongzhi, Jia's mother died of illness. Eighty-one years old. Joy and mourning. On the 28th, Jia Zheng resigned from the official Ding Wei, and the family helped the coffin to go south and be buried in Jinling.

Jia Huan, Baochai, Daiyu and concubines, returned to the south.

(End of Volume 6)